Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lebanon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Max Romeo to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.